I hadn’t been to Cardiff before and had a little look round the city centre as well as going to the game. The castle was striking but the statue of Aneurin Bevan, covered in pigeon poo, looked rather sad and seemed symbolic of the present state of the National Health Service that he set up.

It was another game that Blues should have won but didn’t. They hit the woodwork and had shots cleared from the goal line. Quite a few of our fans had St George flags to wave at the Welsh and I’ve never heard God Save the Queen sung with such vehemence. I think that most of us had gone with the intention of enjoying the day. And we did.